She's a human woman who towers above her peers via long limbs and broad shoulders. It is obvious she is some sort of genetic mutt: the rich mulatto skin; the short sandstone-almost-grey hair; the strange eyes that glint in quiet light. In contrast to her loud, chaotic features, the woman is prone to fits of silence and stillness. When movement inevitably resumes the motion is articulate, precise, nigh-mechanical. Despite her propensity for languor, there is always the idea of a constant vigilance about her person, a sort of rhythmic curiousity that fills the space about her. A tattoo is easily seen spidering across her face and neck, grasping at the left side of her body to no apparent end. Although, perhaps, upon close inspection, one might discover "tattoo" to be a misnomer. It appears to have much deeper roots than ink injected into skin, and gives the impression of breathing and moving with her, vital and vigorous. Her clothes are flowing, well-worn, following her frame with a friendly, if unexpected, weight.
